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Catacombs of Kom El Shoqafa in Alexandria.

NOTHING MEANS NOTHING

This morning i understood.
Or this afternoon.
A fly cast its shadow
on the gray wooden floor,
its wings a translucent one
a semi-shade.
Not that, not this—
cried the sage in the marketplace.
He wasn't playing
a sophist's game
with that Asian sun
nor did he seek to stifle
our questions like you'd swat a fly.
Invisible wings
(not this, not that)
were fluttering, and the half-tones changed shape.

When i saw her again today
so briefly,
i understood.

"A hero out of Camus or Walker Percy let loose in a world run by Zig Ziglar and Perry Mason."

"The moment we cease to hold each other, the moment we break faith with one another, the sea engulfs us and the light goes out." —James Baldwin via

Lyin’& Spinnin’: My Apocalyptic Valentine 😬💘.